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Looking at the deceased on the stage, the emcee continued to host the event with excitement, as if everything was a calculated performance.

Beside the head judge sat a young man who, while staring at the corpse next to him, maintained the position of his right hand.

What started as a trickle of sweat had turned into beads of sweat on his forehead within seconds.

The spoon and his hand remained in position as if ready to swallow the food, with Cyclone's dish still in his mouth.

Then, tears started to stream down the young man's face as he slowly removed the poison from his hand.

Success, the demon on his hand was no longer near his lips, and the young man thanked the heavens that he was still alive.

But suddenly, there was a tightening in his chest, a nauseating feeling washed over him.

"Mom!!!!!!"

With a loud cry, the young man hid behind the judges' table, letting out a sorrowful cry.

On the other side, the blonde woman who had not yet picked up the spoon instantly became the center of attention.

In the face of the hellish castle in front of her, the girl with the tongue of a goddess took a gulp of water.

Just as everyone anticipated her critique, a loud noise suddenly erupted.

It turned out the beautiful female judge had launched an attack, slamming her palm on the table, and with a disgusted expression said,

"I refuse to taste this dish!!!!!"

"What the heck?! Can't believe she's playing this card?!!"

Unexpectedly, the beautiful judge did not follow the norm and came up with such a clever move to avoid Cyclone's deadly poison.

To this unexpected turn of events by the beautiful judge, the emcee and the audience below all applauded.

However, it was already too late.

Cyclone's plan had been perfectly executed.

Since they couldn't win in terms of "taste," they decided to give up on that aspect altogether, using trash-like ingredients to force both sides into a corner.

In this way, as long as Cyclone focused on the remaining "presentation" and "pressure," there would be hope for victory in this duel.

The opponents could never have imagined that in this culinary showdown, Cyclone had given up cooking itself and instead used something other than cooking to determine the outcome.

"Hahaha! Truly a genius girl!! In that case, Little Dragon's dish will not even get tasted, it seems she will never score in the "taste" category!!"

Ignoring the deceased judge, the emcee continued to hype up the audience.

"We cannot delay any longer!! Let us now~ take a look at the scores for 'presentation'!!!"

The moment of victory had finally arrived.

Just as Cyclone thought so, something happened beyond Cyclone's imagination.

It wasn't the head judge holding up the scorecard, but the beautiful judge raising the scorecard.

Yes, the reason was simple - the head judge had tried Cyclone's dish and died.

"Chef Adam!!!!!!"

Cyclone gasped.

"This castle has no taste at all, not even as good as a bowl of ordinary minced beef rice."

The beautiful judge expressed her sentiment.

This was no longer a three-way scoring, as one person had died, one person had hidden away, and now the sole judge deciding life and death was the blonde woman in front of them.

"It's impossible!! This castle clearly..."

"Disgusting!"

After a fierce glare from the beautiful judge, Cyclone realized his most fatal mistake.

In terms of visual appeal, the tastes of men and women were worlds apart.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened when Cyclone made its debut, but unlike Cyclone's disappointment, the host still exclaimed with excitement.

"What's the taste like?"

"Can't compare."

"What?!!"

The host put on a curious expression and asked the beautiful female judge.

"Both sides are trash!! Neither side can score!"

The reason was simple and clear, just as Cyclone had expected.

"And what about the final 'push'?"

"......"

The beautiful female judge crossed her hands, pondered for a moment, then said.

"Little Dragon!"

The subsequent scores were within Cyclone's calculations, but the initial move had failed.

In this one-to-one tie, Cyclone couldn't win.

"Oh~ it's a tie~ Then according to the competition rules of the conference!!! We must proceed to the second round of the competition!!"

The situation was extremely unfavorable for Cyclone, as another round would expose Cyclone's scheme to the world.

Since it was unknown which box held the topic for this match, all the boxes backstage were now filled with trash.

"Haha~ Let's invite the staff~ to bring out the second box......"

In this moment of despair, a man's shout brought about a turning point for Cyclone.

"Wait a minute!!"